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Page 1 of 11898 · PDF PAGE 108
…their wounds, with no distrust Of death. Yea, dust may turn to dust, Man’s spirit to his God again, But memory cannot fade, and while My hot devouring kisses rain On thy worn face, in writhing pain Biting my lips, that fiercely smile As tigers’ lips, and gnaw thy mouth, Till the blood spurts in dainty style And blinds and bruises me awhile, Yet satiates the awful drouth ; I suck, and shudder, and rave, and clutch, Thy breasts, with wounds and sores uncouth, Drenched with diseases of the south, The hot south lands, where crooked crutch, The lepr…
1898 · PDF PAGE 85
…er on me, laid Prone on the couch of lust and shame, To feel him force me like a maid And his great sword within me flame, His breath as hot and quick as fame ; To kiss him and to clasp him tight ; This is my joy without a name, A strong man’s love is my delight. To feel again his love grow grand Touched by the langour of my kiss ; To suck the hot blood from my gland Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss, And boils in sudden spurted bliss ; Ah ! God ! the long-drawn lusty fight ! Grant me eternity of this ! A strong man’s love is my delight …
1898 · PDF PAGE 73
…me there ; How my red mouth immortal honey sips From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare When each the shrine of God Priapus clips In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear, Boy of red lips !
1898 · PDF PAGE 123
…ong From thrush’s tender throat, a tongue that tires My thirsty lips with its insatiate fires, While swart limbs soft and strong Grip my hot head, while thy lips kiss away With blood and foam the life from him thou wouldst not slay.
1898 · PDF PAGE 45
CONTRA CONJUGIUM T. B. B. 39 Cemented the unholy kiss Of barren age’s fruitless shame Your hell shall flame “ Seven times more hot, that ye may know My paths shall be most surely trod, That I who answer thus, who show Myself in wielding sword and rod, Am high Lord God ! ” Silent the voice, and through the nave And chancel droned the choir ; the sun Darkened, as Satan’s perjured slave, The priest, in blessing, made them one. The Deed was done.
1898 · PDF PAGE 37
AD LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET 31 Grow hot with love-thoughts—let the word be said : Between shy finger whisper me the “ yea ! ” My soul will leap to hear, as thine to speak. Remember Love, forget the loveless bed ; Forget thy husband, and the cruel wreck Of thy dear life on Wedlock’s piteous sands ; Love’s all in all, link on the golden bands Forged in heaven without flaw or fleck. I know thine answer by these amorous hands That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck Thy heart clings to me in perfe…
1898 · PDF PAGE 128
122 NECROPHILIA NECROPHILIA Void of the ecstasies of Art It were in life to have lain by thee, And felt thy kisses rain on me, And the hot beating of thy heart, When thy warm sweat should leave me cold, And my worn soul find out no bliss In the obscenities I kiss, And the things shameful that I hold. My nostrils sniff the luxury Of flesh decaying, bowels torn Of festive worms, like Venus, born Of entrails foaming like the sea. Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not ; And hast a strange desire begot In me, to l…
1898 · PDF PAGE 88
…ess on the sea, And wan ghost-lights are flickering everywhere So that the world is ghastly. But within Where we two cling together, and hot kisses Stray to and fro amid the wildernesses Of swart curled locks ! I deem it a sweet sin, So sweet that fires of hell have no more power On body and soul to quench the lustrous flame Of that desire that burns between us twain. What is Eternity, seeing we hold this hour For all the lusts and luxuries of shame ? Heaven is well lost for this surpassing gain.
1898 · PDF PAGE 124
…d—best A Jewess ; her bad lips enticed My lips to taste ; I held her breast Fresh from the crucifying Christ ; It seemed her thighs were hot with blood Sucked from the bastard Son of God.
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
112 Á¼±ÆÁ¿´¯Ä¿Å O½±Á My hot blood turns to fire, Seeing nor maid nor man. Not maid, not man—the breast Like palaces of gold, Yet where my lips caressed, In the wild dove’s wild nest A dove too soft to hold. No dove that Hylas knew, No dove that Sappho kissed, Nor in wide Heaven there grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic b…
1898 · PDF PAGE 90
…y fond lips but drink thy golden wine, My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat The rich brown globes of sacramental meat Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine, And let me linger with thy hands in mine, And lick the sweat from dainty dirty feet Fresh with the loose aroma of the street, And then anon I’ll glue my mouth to thine. This is the height of joy, to lie and feel Thy spicéd spittle trickle down my throat ; This is more pleasant than at dawn to steal Toward lawns and sunny brooklets, and to gloat Over earth’s peace, and hear in ether …
1898 · PDF PAGE 64
…YGE ODE TO VENUS CALLIPGYE Where was light when thy body came Out of the womb of a perished prayer ? Where was life when the sultry air, Hot with the lust of night and shame, Brooded on dust, when thy shoulders bare Shone on the sea with a sudden flame Into all Time to abundant fame ? CHORUS Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea ! Mother of flame ! Sister of shame ! Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame ! Worship to thee ! Glory to thee ! Venus Callipyge, mother of me. Fruitless foam of a sterile sea, Wanton waves of a vain desire, Maddening…
1898 · PDF PAGE 52
… JOLIE MARION Fond limbs with mine were intertwined, A hand lascivious fondled me ; My ears grew deaf, my eyes grew blind, My tongue was hot from kisses free, Short madness, and we lazily Lolled back upon the bed of fire. I was a-weary—her desire Drew her upon me—Marion, fie ! You work our pleasure till I tire : But we must part, and love must die. Nor thus did love’s embraces wane, Though lusty limbs grow idle quite ; Our mouths’ red vales are over-fain To suck the sweetness from the night ; And amorously, with touches light, Steal passion fro…
1898 · PDF PAGE 59
…leasure in one draught. No whispered sigh, No change of breast, love’s posture perfectly Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows Fresh gusts of passion on the outer gate. But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup Whence we may never suck the nectar up
1898 · PDF PAGE 79
…s have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. Death shall pounce soon on the fold, where Love was a treacherous shepherd ; So with hot lips shall he come, ere the mountains are silver and grey. Life shall gasp out in the gloom, and all our desires shall perish ; Hope and its roseate crown shall fall in the dark to the dust. Love and his garland shall go, with the last of the joys we may cherish,
1898 · PDF PAGE 63
… death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of death, Eager as anyone that travaileth ; So in our lusts, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of its fulfilment. Thus eternity Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die, But cling as hard as serpent’s wedlock is, One writhing glory, an immortal kiss.
1898 · PDF PAGE 80
…the world is past, and Heaven or hell draw nigh ? Heaven with cold and loveless lips, though his fruits be many, Hell with his red mouth hot, barren although he be. Hylas and Sappho choose, and are never denied of any, Hell’s most insatiate fangs, death and his empery.
1898 · PDF PAGE 60
… An eager snake, about my breast and sides, And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires, And lips ensanguine with unfed desires, Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head, Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crimson red, A very beast of prey ; and I like thee, Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me. But raise no head ; I know thee, breast and thigh, Lips, hair and eyes and mouth : I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. So, blood and body furious with breath That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay Gripped …